floating thoughts

not cohesive enough to be formed..............

be the peace i seek

abundance

i am open to giving and receiving love

loved ones

courage

creativity

breathe

shift and change

surrender

listen to my intuition /heart

dance

move

spontaneity

meditation

inspiration

knowledge

faith

how would i be without that thought??

get on your feet

springboard

listen

power

peace

love love love

DIY

I have been in need of a haircut, badly. Like, the last time it was cut was August and my hair grows like a weed. It was getting yucky and stringy on the ends and it was way too easy to distinguish the dead and healthy hair. Like, ewww.

I know it's time for a cutting when my hair doesn't come down from a barrette. Poor hair wants to see the light of day, stretch it's roots-and I shut it all up in a bun on the back of my head. Poor, poor hair.
Since I am a curly girl in a straight hair world it has taken me 27 years to find someone I trust with my hair. Most hairdressers see naturally curly hair and immediately want to straighten it, cause that's what they know. The other's just don't seem to know what the hell they are doing and just trim it all willynilly and call it good. I have always wanted a style, a hair identity if you will. I wanted pizazz. I wanted someone to embrace my curly-haired bad ass self, and in turn I too could love my springs.

And then I found her. She rocks my socks, and six months ago when I sat in her chair I felt like I was the Queen in the Curly Girl Palace. She totally got it. She loved my curls, I loved my curls. My world was good. I left her salon with a bag of tricks and the confidence that my hair was just as good a straight haired gals any day. Maybe better.

Then six months passes without a visit to the Curl Goddess and my hair is like, totally ewww. She is booked up 2 months and I can't stand myself for the next 2 minutes. What's a girl to do? Why grab the scissors of course! (Something I promised mother I would never, ever do. Sorry ma. )

So, I get to cutting a few loose ends and while I'm at it I might as well trim up front too....Oh, and right her could use a little snip.....and here........and here too......

This goes on over the course of a few days. Until I end up here,

I am really working the supermodel pout. And it actually looks cute and springy when it' s still a little wet, but once it dries-BOING- I have a poodle on my head.

Aw, well. Not like I leave the house that much. And my hair does grow like a weed. And I did save us about $80 bucks, so I'll just chalk it up to learning experience but leave the next cut to the Goddess. Better make that appointment now.

Oh, but before I go. The DIY fever caught on with Chris (see picture above) and he decided he needed a super sweet mohawk in order to join the punk rock realtor club at work, man. Or, he just ran out of hot water and patience in the shower.

You choose.

photos

just some pictures i like from the past month........

most excellent

My kind, beautiful friend Steph over at Happy and Free presented me with an Excellent Blog Award and I am so honored and touched that she even reads my blog let alone thinks it deserving of an excellent rating. Thanks Steph, your blog is most excellent too.

When will I get my check?

what'd you say?

I don't think there is any thing funnier than hearing your child try to sound out what the heck word is KFC.

At first I was wondering what all that cursin' in the back seat was for.

a list of some things about my week

1. I cannot stop eating jellied orange candies (you know the ones that look like orange slices?) Despite the funky aftertaste I get now, possibly from eating too many, I continue to eat them, and eat them, and eat them. They just called out my name at the grocery store and when food calls out to you at the grocery store you have no choice but to listen and obey. Am I right?

2. Color is totally rad this week. I have needed to see bright colors clash and mesh together all over the house. Great fun.

3. I have been catching up with previous episodes of Ugly Betty. It rocks my socks. Hilarious.

4. I have eaten out at least once a day since most of my kitchen is still in boxes and there is practically no food to be found, except of course orange candy which I've been taking full advantage of. Good thing there are so many yum in my tum restaurants, although I am starting to have a major craving for a good home cooked meal. Must go grocery shopping.

5. Soleil has gotten really good at saying "your FIRED!" She and Xavi could go on and on for hours in the backseat of the car yelling, "your fired." "No, your fired." "No, your fired." It is really awesome to hear the seventy sixth time at top volume while trying to make a left hand turn in the snow. It makes me want to fire myself.

6. I'm pretty much just listing stuff from the past day, not the past week cause who really remembers what happened yesterday let alone in the past week. Not I. So, I think I will make my exit and say the end.

Dude, there are orange candies calling...........

the fortune cookie says.........

SOON, YOU WILL RECEIVE PLEASANT NEWS

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what pleasant news would you like to hear???